you blasted with antiquity? and will you yet call yourself young? Fie, fie, fie, sir John! Fal. My lord, I was born about three of the clock in the afternoon, with a white head, and something a round belly. For my voice, I have lost it with hollaing, and singing of anthems. To approve my youth further, I will not the truth is, I am only old in judgment and understanding; and he that will caper with me for a thousand marks, let him lend me the money, and have at him. For the box o'the ear that the prince gave you, he gave it like a rude prince, and you took it like a sensible lord. I have check'd him for it; and the young lion repents: may, not in ashes, and sackcloth; but in new silk, and old sack Ch. Just. Well, heaven send the prince a better companion! Fal. Heaven send the companion a better prince! I cannot rid my hands of him. Ch. Just. Well, the king bath sever'd you and prince Harry: I hear, you are going with lord John of Lancaster, against the archbishop, and the earl of Northumberland. Fal. Yea; I thank your pretty sweet wit for it. But look you pray, all that kifs my lady peace you at home, that our armies join not in a hot day; for, by the lord, I take but two shirts out with me, and I mean not to sweat extraordinarily: if it be a hot day, an I brandish any thing but my bottle. I would I might never spit white again. There is not a dangerous action can peep out his head, but I am thrust upon it: Well, I cannot last ever: But it was always yet the trick of our English nation, if they have a good thing, to make it too common. If will needs say, I am an old man, you should give me rest. I would to God, my name were not so terrible to the ene you my as it is. I were better to be eaten to death with rust, than to be scour'd to nothing with perpetual motion. Ch. Just. Well, be honest, be honest; And God bless your expedition! Fal. Will your lordship lend me a thousand pound, to furnish me forth? Ch. Just. Not a penny, not a penny; you are too impatient to bear crosses. Fare you well: Commend me to my cousin Westmoreland. [Exeunt Ch. Just. and Atten.] Fal. If I do, fillip me with a three-man beetle. A man can no more separate age and covetousness, than he can part young limbs and lechery: but the gout galls the one, and the pox pinches the other; and so both the degrees prevent my curses. Boy! Page. Sir? Fal. What money is in my purse? Page. Seven groats and two-pence. Fal. I can get no remedy against this consump tion of the purse: borrowing only lingers and lingers it out, but the disease is incurable. Go bear this letter to my lord of Lancaster; this to the prince; this to the earl of Westmoreland; and this to old mistress Ursula, whom I have weekly sworn to marry since I perceived the first white hair on my chin: About it; you know where to find me. [Exit Page.] A pox of this gout! or, a gout of this pox! for the one, or the other, plays the rogue with my great toe. It is no matter, if I do halt; I have the wars for my colour, and my pension shall seem the more reasonable: A good wit will make use of any thing; I will turn diseases to commodity. SCENE III. York. A Room in the Archbishop's Palace. Enter the Archbishop of York, the Lords HASTINGS, 1 And, my most noble friends, I pray you all, arms; But gladly would be better satisfied, selves To look with forehead bold and big enough To five and twenty thousand men of choice; Bard. The question then, lord Hastings, Whether our present five and twenty thousand Bard. Ay, marry, there's the point; Of aids uncertain, should not be admitted. 1 Arch. Tis very true, lord Bardolph; for, indeed, I was young Hotspur's case at Shrewsbury. Bard. It was, my lord; who lin'd himself with hope, Eating the air on promise of supply, Proper to madmen, led his powers to death, Hast. But, by your leave, it never yet did hurt, To lay down likelihoods, and forms of hope. Hope gives not so much warrant, as .despair, build, We first survey the plot, then draw the model; And when we see the figure of the house, Then must we rate the cost of the erection: Which if we find outweighs ability, What do we then, but draw anew the model In fewer offices; or, at least, desist To build at all? Much more, in this great work, (Which is, almost, to pluck a kingdom down, And set another up,) should we survey The plot of situation, and the model; Question surveyors; know our own estate, Using the names of men instead of men: Gives o'er, and leaves his part-created cost. Should be still-born, and that we now possefs'd I think, we are a body strong enough, Even as we are, to equal with the king. Hast. To us, no more; nay, not so much, For his Are in three heads : French, one power against the And one against Glendower; perforce, a third Arch. That he should draw his several And come against us in full puissance, Hast. If be should do so, He leaves his back unarm'd, the French and Welsh Baying him at the heels: never fear that. Bard. Who, is it like, should lead his forces Hast. hither? The duke of Lancaster, and Westmoreland: Against the Welsh, himself, and Harry Mon. - mouth: |